Dragging Air fails to fill my lungs. I drag, as if on a cigarette, but can’t achieve the hit The Clock Waking, I turn 3am glows fluorescently. Time of the night rounds, my wrist taken by a nurse, noted in torchlight. I was never sleeping. Sometimes I would close my eyesContinue reading “Two Poems published in Ariel Chart”
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